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Sitting at the edge of night Watching nimble snow-flakes Each like little falling star Melting slowly in my hand Was I either wrong or right Couldn't know of what it takes Being close to you or far Doesn't matter at the end It would not be anyway Silly, but I can't forget Carefully imagined dream May you'll never even know All that things I failed to say It's too late to feel regret I don't care how it will seem Gazing at a falling snow 6.02.03 2:13
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